Dot panicked. This wasn't anything she had been prepared for. One or two, maybe... But this was overwhelming. Dropping behind the counter, she pushed the Mosin up above the register and began blind firing. It hurt her arms something awful, but she didn't care. The fear was overwhelming. She heard some thuds as a few of the horde dropped to the floor, but the relief she felt quickly faded as the groans grew to a cacophonous roar. She hadn't slowed them down at all. Rather, the sounds of the gunfire were drawing more and more of the undead towards the pharmacy. She didn't know what to do. She [i]couldn't[/i] know what to do. She started crying, and ran. She didn't know if there was a back door, and whether or not there was, she didn't know where it would be. She just had to get farther away. She needed time to think. This was going very, very poorly. She couldn't see where Luanne was anymore, and she was ashamed to admit she didn't much care.